The Day Dad and I Nearly Got Killed

Dad at his birthday party 2008. [Click the image for a bigger picture]

My dad passed away in 2012 but he and I nearly died together many years ago back in 1989. It was a day like today when we nearly had a car accident that, if caught on video, would have gone viral on youtube.

My dad was a quiet and unassuming man. He spoke with an east Texas accent that was so thick; to understand him you needed to be from Farmersville, Texas. He was not outspoken. He was never fashion conscious. He worked hard all his life and retired from Kraft Foods. He didn’t care what kind of car you drove. He rarely understood irony; everything is what it is. He was kind and courteous. He wouldn’t even hang up on a telemarketer. He’d patiently listen and politely say, “Nah, we ain’t in’ersted. Thank ya.” He was funny. He could say the most hilarious things…quietly. People used to say, “Your dad is so funny …and quiet.” It was natural. It was not something he worked on.

Because of this, he was a master of the Art of Understatement.

The fateful day occurred after I had car trouble about fifteen miles away from home. I called him to come get me. When he picked me up, we decided we’d fix the problem the next day…something to do with parts. That evening it snowed, a lot. Yeah, snowing in Texas. No big deal but the snow began to melt. The roads were slushy. Then an ice storm hit early the next morning. I can’t remember why but it was very important to get my car.

He owned a faithful, feather-light Nissan 200SX at the time. He cranked it, warmed it up, breath steaming out of our noses and mouths. We headed out on our date with destiny.

The road looked like the glaze on a doughnut. It was well below freezing. Everything was crunchy, almost no traction. We had a few narrow escapes but dad adjusted. I was feeling pretty confident and so was he. We kept going. I don’t care where you’re from no one can drive well on ice if you don’t have chains on the tires. But we had to go.

As I said, dad is a quiet man. We didn’t say a thing to each other. That’s just the way he was. It has nothing to do with mood. Gloves on, tucked deep in our coats, eyes fixed on the road and oncoming cars, silent and determined to accomplish this now heroic mission.

Then we saw it.

A gigantic semi truck was plowing down the road toward us. Ice and snow billowed out from under the tires, as it seemed to build speed.

Then it happened.

The world was suddenly rearranged. For no apparent reason the little Nissan went sliding down the road sideways. Then swerved into the path of the oncoming bringer of death on eighteen wheels. I was in the passenger’s seat, and angled at the bazillion pounds of encroaching whale sized chunk of propelled metal.

I vaguely remember my dad fighting with the wheel on the periphery of my consciousness. I was completely helpless. The “MAC” emblem on the front of the truck was growing fast! While this was happening I froze, you can’t move when certain death is coming that fast. Although pointless, I braced for impact. I always wondered if that truck driver saw me as I contemplated the doom, sheer terror on my face. If dad didn’t correct this situation that monster would T-Bone the 200SX. In a nanosecond, I would be splattered all over the radiator like a hopeless insect.

Just before impact, a hand seemed to reach down out of heaven and correct the careening Nissan. We suddenly went back into the correct lane as the eighteen-wheeler zoomed past, chunks of snow showering the car. I thought I would need a change of underwear and I began hyperventilating, but angels were singing in my head. Dad never missed a beat.

He just looked straight ahead. In case I missed it, he let me know as if he had avoided nothing more than a stray dog in the road and said, “I bet we had ‘at feller in ‘at truck purty sceerd.”

I said, “Yep.”

(If you enjoyed this little tribute to my father you might also enjoy my epic fantasy fiction Blood & Soul that I dedicated to him.)

About Allen G. Bagby

Allen G. Bagby is an American author of fantasy fiction and an experienced blogger. His favorite and influential authors are David Gemmell, J. R. R. Tolkien, Bernard Cornwell, Terry Goodkind and C. S. Lewis.
He is also influenced by movies such as Star Wars, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Gladiator and the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Blood & Soul is the first book in the Creed of Kings Saga. It can be read alone. He independently published Blood & Soul in mid-2014. It hit #1 a couple of times and stayed five and a half months on Amazon's Top 100 in various related genres. He's currently writing the next book in the Creed of Kings Saga, the working title is Out of Oblivion.
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That was such a beautiful tribute to your father and you wrote it so well. I guess you caught a gnat with pool cues!

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Johnny Redwine

Allen, You were not kind enough telling what a great guy Bobby was. Other than that you nailed it on the head. Guess you didn’t want to brag that much ! He was just like you said. I can picture every step of that story. And I tell you, Bobby was the kind of man the Angels were with all the time ! You just thought the angels were in your head. They were right there ! They had their hand on him as long as I knew him. Loved listening to him talk. He was ,like you say, did not talk too much, but when he did it was funny and at the same time, you knew he had Jesus living and leading him.
Allen, I do not have to tell you , but he was as good a Christian man as I ever knew ! Thanks for sharing the story and bringing back great memories of Bobby .